I’m 34 years old and 21 weeks pregnant with baby #3 and while I couldn’t be more excited, I also don’t think I could be anymore paranoid either! With baby #1 I was 18 and still a baby myself, with #2 I was 22 and when you get to 34 you know you were still a baby at 22. With both pregnancies I pretty much “lived my best life” ate what I wanted, did what I wanted, never worried about getting hurt, and I worked on an ambulance until I was 34 weeks lifting and carry sick and hurt people without a care in the world. I drank red bull EVERYDAY (they’re both fine)... With baby number 3 I was off the ambulance by week 10, I won’t even drink coffee, and I panic when I wake up in the middle of the night on my back (which is super comfortable now that I’m pregnant). Google has become my best friend because I have to look up the reasons for still birth, miscarriage, and death in the womb. I won’t eat sushi, and I pushed myself to enjoy my burger well done. I worried about NONE of these things with my other pregnancies. Let me not forget to mention sitting at work for 8 hours being worried about DVT’s and pulmonary embolisms. I am doing my best to push myself to live on the wild side a little with my reasoning being, I had 2 perfectly healthy pregnancies and 2 perfectly healthy children just living life and enjoying my pregnancies, if I worry too much and I’m too cautious that’s when something bad will happen (also paranoia).